Time – what a deceitful friend you’ve been! At a glance you provide a horizon filled with endless hope. In reality you march along frenetically expecting me to keep up.
Since my last piece I have packed up one home in one state and unpacked into another home 300km away. I turned 41, found more wrinkles and stopped counting the greys. I travelled across the world, experienced my childhood dream and lost a tooth. A lot has happened and in September last year, I thought about it all (except the lost tooth – that was unexpected) and it all seemed so far into the distant future – it all seemed easily achievable. Once again, Time was waiting around the proverbial corner ready to pounce…
And pounce it did! The move, the overseas trip, buying new school uniforms and learning to drive like a NYC cab driver all happened at lightning speed – in keeping with the reputation that precedes this charming city. Now I am here in beautiful, insanely paced Sydney and I am starting to feel the pulse more each day – I hear it in the blaring exhausts of V8 supercars pretending to race through standstill traffic, I feel it in the heartbeats of the children as they approach each school day with excitement and trepidation, I smell it in the thick coastal air that pushes its way into our lives as we try to keep cool. The memories of living in a big city came flooding back and I realised just how much I love it and missed it.
Ironically, my life is flowing along at a gentle pace and it seems like I was a much busier bee in quiet Canberra.
Its early days – I am spreading my wings carefully in the pursuit of finding like-minded company. One positive outcome of having quiet personal time is that there are no excuses not to write or exercise (or clean!). I am feeling quite virtuous about it all as I share my thoughts – expression in any form is always so cathartic and afterwards everything seems healthy and balanced again. There is so much to explore and experience in a city like Sydney that it seems almost impossible to cover it all in one lifetime. There is something for everyone here from sophisticated theatre goers to coffee-making hipsters (we all love them) and I probably fit somewhere in between. The view of the water as we drive to school every morning somehow sets the tone for me – naturally calming as I weave through the cars. It feels as though I am living against the core rhythm of the city for now and I prefer it this way. My personal pace is easing me into the vast change of lifestyle that I am facing and I know that when that pace changes, I will be ready to embrace it.
Soon my task of assisting the family to “settle in” will be over and hopefully by that time I would have found my spot in this city that is bursting with opportunities. Until then, I will savour my space and try to maintain my balance both mentally and physically – with the aid of my beautiful family of course!